Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from South Sudan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing New York Dolls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Swell Maps,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cramps,
ABBA,
Lightning Bolt,
Rekid,
Negative Approach,
The Cure,
Lower 48,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Happenings,
Malaria!,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fuzztones,
Hashim,
Wasted Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Wally Richardson,
The Doors,
Black Bananas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalann,
Marshall Jefferson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Simply Red,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Womack,
Shoche,
The Evens,
Lyres,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Porter Ricks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fall,
Audionom,
The Leaves,
Liliput,
Easy Going,
Q and Not U,
The Litter,
DJ Style,
Model 500,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
JFA,
Eric Dolphy,
The Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Agent Orange,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Duran Duran,
John Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
One Last Wish,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.